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If it was believable, was it adventurous enough? If it was forgettable, was it real enough? Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

A Fresh Canvas

By: Asha Seth January 6, 2017April 19, 2020

Tender Tidings2017, books, goals, Goodreads, harry potter, Instagram, New Year, novels, reading, Reflections, Resolutions, Writing81 Comments

I’m a wanderer with nomadic thoughts. Never settled, never stable. A restless mind dominates my nerves; I run bored of things easily, losing interest, the heart to pursue on. Such a kid, the mind is. With another year knocking at the door, waste makes haste. Peeking into every possible nook and cranny, the conscience tries…

Leftovers from Christmas

What’s it about Christmas that makes me secretly so happy inside? Why do I feel like you feel on a reunion with an old friend? That’s because, of all festivals, Christmas is a favorite. And here’s why. Celebrations of Diwali, Holi and most other Indian festivals entail merry-making along-side creating inconsiderate chaos. Bursting firecrackers, blaring…

Eyes tell a story

“Why eyes?”, asked he suddenly not so curious. “Why ever not”, I enquired. Answering his less satisfied yet inquisitive look, “For the same reason as you may find lips or hair or general physique attractive”, I finished. I find casual coffee talks quite stimulating. Especially, when you meet with old mates after a long time. Conversations steer in all directions.…

By: Asha Seth November 2, 2012July 29, 2016

Tender Tidingsexperiences, happiness, life, Linkedin, memories, Reflections52 Comments

Quite often, I wonder if life could be any better or worse than what it is right now. Could it be any different than what it actually is? Perhaps, a little more happier. And what if it was gloomier? When I am absorbed deep in thoughts, I find myself running back in time, in my…